deprive me ears of sound: I can still hear Thee.
and without feet, I can still come to Thee,
and without voice I can still call to Thee
Sever my arms from me, I will still hold Thee
with all my heart as with a single hand
arrest my heart, my brain will keep on beating.
and Should Thy fire at last my brain consume,
the flowing of my blood will carry Thee.
(Rainer Maria Rilke )
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Maungawhau
You are beautiful
in all weathers,
even when you are crying.
Caught in a squall,
high on your open hillside,
the track keeping pace
with my restlessness.
At last, near the top,
I can stop, thankfully
tired.
The sound of the rain
on the leaves, the smell
of the earth. Tasting you
on my skin.
(Judy Haswell )
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The white chrysanthemum
Is disguised by the first frost.
If I wanted to pick one
I could find it only by chance.
(Oshikoghi No Mitsune)
(Walt Whitman)
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
.
My sister startles herself from sleep.
I can feel her breath rise
in the slow-motion of mine.
I am thirteen, and she is three.
.
Outside sleep unravels from our bodies.
Her hand, perfect for cradling a coin,
closes within mine.
We walk in the backyard
.
over long grass,
between weeping willow trees.
She won't remember her dream
so I tell her another:
.
How a girl alone in the night,
the stars so close to her,
she takes a pair of scissors
and cuts them from the sky.
.
She opens her slate-colored book,
arranges the stars
into constellations,
pastes them flat as doilies.
.
They are like a billion
burning hearts.
Each morning the book
stretches back to the sky.
.
(Jill Bialosky)
(Ray Charles )
(Intro):
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow.
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow.
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye.
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky...
Well, oh what a beautiful morning, aw now.
Yes, what a wonderful day. (Look out there).
You know I - I've got a beautiful feeling.
Everything's - everything's going my way. (Ya'll c'mon now).
Whoa, the cattle are standing like statues.
The cattle are standing like statues.
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown maverick is winkin' her eye. She said...
Oh, what a beautiful morning. Yeah!
Well, what a wonderful day. I want ya'll to know, oh now.
I've got a beautiful feelin'.
I got everything - everything's goin' my way.
Everything's goin' my way - my way.
(Alright ya'll, do it to me)...
(Oh! Alright now! A-Ha.)...
Whoa, the sounds of the earth are like music.
The sounds of the earth are like music.
The breeze is as busy, it don't miss a tree.
And a little ol' weepin' willow is laughin' at me. She said...
Oh, what a beautiful morning! (Alright now!).
Yes! What a wonderful day. Alright?
Yeah, I got a beautiful feelin'.
I got everything - I got everything - I got everything. (Whoo!).
Everything's goin' my way - My way. Hah ha.
Everything's goin' my way.
Whoa, baby. Oh, baby.
I wanna thank you little girl - for such a wonderful day.
Oh, I got a beautiful feelin'. / Everything's goin' my way...
(Nikki Giovanni )
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower